Chapter 5

POV Tatyana

Samuel’s expression darkens at my statement. The arousal beginning to surface in his eyes is evident, as they take on a deep, mysterious blue hue. He brings his lips close to mine again, biting down hard and making me moan.

With sensuality and dominance, he unfastens his pants and swiftly removes his belt in one precise motion. Teasingly, he shows me the leather belt, and I immediately understand his mischievous, seductive gaze.

"I could hit you with this belt, but I won’t be that cruel to you today," he says, binding my hands together and wrapping the belt tightly around my wrists. "I want you now! Get on your knees!" he commands.

"Why should I obey you? I don’t bow to anyone!" I retort without hesitation.

He circles around me like a predator evaluating the perfect spot to strike its prey. Suddenly, he stomps his right foot against the back of my legs, throwing me off balance. I drop to my knees, and he steps closer.

With roughness, Samuel grabs my blouse and tears it.

"You’re so rough, you’re turning me on," I reply, feeling an intense heat building between my legs.

Samuel says nothing, simply looking at me with a ravenous desire, as if having me could never be enough. It’s the same desire I feel constantly. He strips off his own clothes without caring about the open door.

He grips the belt still binding my wrists and stops in front of me. His erection is hard, and I’m startled by its size—thick, massive, and perfectly shaped. The excitement grows uncontrollably within me.

The arrogant, sexy man holds the base of his thick member, bringing it to my face and sliding the swollen, reddened tip over my lips. He moves it in circles, pressing insistently against them. Slowly and sensually, he seeks entry into my mouth. I try lifting my hands, but he pulls the belt, stopping me. Samuel thrusts his robust length into my mouth with intensity and force, pushing deeply into my throat.

His scent is wild, his entry desperate, as if he’s been longing to release this desire. Gripping my hair, he presses my head, urging me to take him deeper. I suck expertly and greedily.

"So good… such a naughty, talented mouth!" he groans, his voice heavy with lust as he gazes at me with unrestrained desire.

His words excite me, sending a wave of electricity through my body. Samuel pulls back, and I trail my wet tongue over the tip of his member in slow, deliberate circles. He moans in pleasure, then begins slapping it firmly against my face.

"Harder!" I taunt, flashing a provocative smile.

He intensifies the slaps while locking his gaze with mine. When he pauses, he grabs my breasts, squeezing them roughly. My nipples are crushed beneath his fingers, and his expression reflects sheer satisfaction at my loud, pained moans. He releases the belt from my reddened wrists and lifts me to strip off my pants. I could run, say no, but the truth is I’m always aroused, and Samuel has completely invaded my mind, stirring my thoughts.

He kisses me, his hands gliding over the curves of my body. I place a hand on his face, and this time, he doesn’t stop me. I deepen the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. Samuel, in turn, slides his hands down to my buttocks, pressing my hips against his hard, thick member. Desperately, he pulls me onto his lap, and I wrap my legs around his waist. The arrogant man kisses me as he carries me to the nearest dresser, setting me on top and roughly spreading my legs apart.

"I told you, you’d be mine!" he teases, his right hand gripping my neck firmly.

Samuel’s pupils dilate as he thrusts himself into me in one brutal, deep motion. My lips part abruptly, and I let out a sexy, pleasure-filled moan. He watches me with fury and dominance, relentlessly driving his length into me.

"So tight, so naughty… what an incredible pussy!" he growls, closing his eyes as he plunges into me with fervor.

He grips my body tighter, sliding his hands down to my excited breasts. His fingers circle my sensitive areolas before he bites down hard. His length moves inside me, squeezed by my walls, while his body becomes more frenzied and consumed with lust.

"Why do you have to be so tight and fiery?" he whispers, his voice thick with arousal, his jaw clenching slightly.

"Faster, Samuel! Come hard inside me!" I cry out, consumed by this new, overwhelming desire.

My words ignite something insane and powerful in him. His ferocious thrusts send my body into overdrive. His large hand moves to my clit, squeezing it before rubbing it compulsively. The heat, the pain, the ecstasy—they overwhelm my senses! Samuel becomes rigid, vulnerable, furious, and, in a total frenzy, he buries himself deeply inside me.

"I’m going to come!" the arrogant man warns, stimulating me even faster.

His gaze locks with mine, and I see pride and dominance in his expression as he makes me come wildly. He succumbs completely to the pleasure, a mix of panic and bitterness in his eyes as he realizes how much he craves me. His hands wrap around my neck, squeezing lightly as his release fills me. I can’t decipher the hidden emotions, but I know he desires me—and now, I’m far too screwed to fight it.

As he finishes, he studies me intently, sliding his fingers across my parted lips. We’re still catching our breath when sharp heels echo across the floor, stopping beside us.

"Are you done with this nonsense?" Luara snaps, her voice furious, her face flushed with anger.

I’m confused and disoriented by the blonde’s sudden presence. Samuel exhales deeply, glaring at his wife with arrogance.

"We’re not done yet! Leave! I didn’t give you permission to enter!" he retorts, nearly shouting, his body still pressed against mine.

Luara scoffs and turns away, walking to the door. She stops abruptly.

"Girl, get dressed—you’re coming with me," she says coldly, briefly resting a hand on the wooden doorframe.

"Why would she go with you? Where are you taking her?" Samuel demands, his tone firm as he gently strokes my waist.

“Is this Samuel Colt’s way of showing affection?” I wonder.

"To buy baby clothes. Now that you’ve had your fun, we hope this child will be here in nine months," Luara justifies angrily, her eyes darting over our naked bodies.